โหลดเพลง mp3 Way Of Life (explicit Album Version Explicit) - Lil Wayne

Look'a here
This how we gon' do this
Hook up the turntables

Wolfe, get on the keyboard
And we gon' run it, ya heard

Cash money

Cash money

Cash money

Cash money
Now let me slide in the Benz with the fished out fins
Hit the mall with my girlfriends, dish out ends
'Cause you know it ain't trickin' if you got it
Cop baby girl what she desire, it's chump change mama
Marijuana Scholar, knowin'
what I got up in my Styrofoam cup?
That purple stuff, it was givin' to me at birth to stunt
So that's why I cop the Bentley
with the leather and the fur in the guts
Hold on, Mami! Them whips on dubs
Cadillac truck, twenty-eights, no rubs
Slide in the Benz, fins, bubble-eye lens
Car show in New York, y'all know who wins
It's the Birdman, daddy, with the Gucci and Prada
Slant-back, cut truck, no rims, can't holla
It's that Louie on Ostrich streets

It's the tailer-made daddy, Mami, do you love me?
Baby, I'ma a stunna
I ain't gon' change it
(I told y'all)
Don't you know
It's a way of life
Mama, do you want it?

'Cause I'm about to break it

Ooh, baby
Can't stop the stuntin'
No, no
Pop one, pop two
Them new Nike shoes
Royal blue Jag on them twenty-two's

Flip white to green, 500 Degreez
In that Cadillac truck on them twenty-three's

I'm the boss of the game with the money and fame
All these naked women that pop champagne
And these marble floors stay high as Rick James
If you know my name, then you know my game
It's lil' Whodi from the hot block with ser'ous flow
Gotta get dough 'cause y'all won't feel me, bro
But y'all don't here me though
Till I'm rollin' down my window and my grillie show
And you know I'm prolly pumpin'
through the hood on the twenty-fo's
Word! Rims pokin' out the side of the 'ERV
Glock have ya ribs pokin' out the side of ya shirt
I'm a seventeenth nigga and I ride for the turf, whoo
Baby, I'ma a stunna
(I told y'all)
I ain't gon' change it

Don't you know
It's a way of life
Mama, do you want it?

'Cause I'm about to break it

Ooh, baby
Can't stop the stuntin'
No, no
Aye, and my pinky glow 'cause my ring is so
Blingy-blingy, yo, stop blinkin' though

We smoke stinky, stinky dro
And we don't cop them ency-wency O's
And we don't stop
Nah! We blow, fuck the people
Everywhere we go, we smell like E-yo
The Birdman my paw, so that make me go
"Fly like an eagle!"
Fo' sure
They think 'cause I stay at English Turn
That stunna don't have a O - Z to burn
I go in each sto' and ball like a dog
Me and my nig's, we ball like a dog
Cars on the streets, all on our lawn
Ice in my teeths, all on my arm
Tat's in my face, my back, and my arm
That's in my face, my back, and my arm
Baby, I'ma a stunna

I ain't gon' change it

Don't you know
It's a way of life
Mama, do you want it?

'Cause I'm about to break it

Ooh, baby
Can't stop the stuntin'
No, no

Yep! Ya' lil' There it is! low-life

See, I'm a professional

You a rookie
Fuckin' game so serious
I could sell a hooker some pussy

Now, that's some serious shit
Oh yeah, believe that

Who we rollin' wit'?

We rollin' wit' cash money

Oh, I forgot about "Peace"

Peace, I mean, "Piece" of pussy
"Piece" of land, "Piece" of property
It's just a mind game
Way Of Life - Lil Wayne